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George Trimble

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Do you remember when I stood on the steps         Of the Court House and talked free-silver,         And the single-tax of Henry George?         Then do you remember that, when the Peerless Leader         Lost the first battle, I began to talk prohibition,         And became active in the church?         That was due to my wife,         Who pictured to me my destruction         If I did not prove my morality to the people.         Well, she ruined me:         For the radicals grew suspicious of me,         And the conservatives were never sure of me -         And here I lie, unwept of all.

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